Текст песни The Wind in My Wings - Postman

I shuffle my feet and catch the first rays of morning sun
It peels off the layers of dirt from my troubled mind
The things she must unlearn are the things I would rather choose
The lie can be strong but it will never become the truth
Unless it is
She says
Her loneliness is so pure, can′t be mixed with anything
But every farewell draws a wrinkle on her skin
Does it make you sad?
Like the sound of a last train leaving
Like the sound of a mother crying
Like the sound of desert praying for the sun
I got tears in my eyes, I got blood on my fist
I got rust on my strings, but I got the wind in my wings
She says
Her loneliness is so pure, can't be mixed with anything
But every farewell draws a wrinkle on her skin
Does it make you sad?
Like the sound of no fucks given
Like the sound of a father crying
Like the sound of desert praying for the sun
I got tears in my eyes, I got blood on my fist
I got rust on my strings, but I got the wind yeah
I got the wind in my wings